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You can read my story, “Milk+” at The Orphan. Snip: Braxtin had no need for the milk bar until a week after starting Milk+. By then, her breasts already felt stretched and sore, and a hot little knot of pain had tightened between her shoulders. But according to the pamphlet inside her free box of Milk +, her new breast milk contained a more even distribution of fats and sugars, thus eliminating the peaks and valleys created by conventional insulin…

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw what Cory Doctorow wrote about my story: This week’s Escape Pod podcast story is Madeline Ashby’s ?oyfriend, a marvellous, sweetly romantic science fiction story about teenagers who use clever artificial intelligences as “training wheels” on the way to their first real love, but who quickly find themselves substituting the warm companionship of their imaginary friends for the confusing and fraught people around them. It’s got Ashby’s sly humor, heart and it’s got…

Good news! One of my stories has made it to Escape Pod! That means that someone, somewhere will get to read aloud about romantically-inclined mobile phone apps, and post-prom chicken fights in hot tubs. Good news all ’round, I say. Special thanks to Dave for encouraging me to submit the story. I was so pleased about this news that I spent extra time in the kitchen, today: From Food From Food Above, you’ll find the bento I’m taking with me…

One chilly morning in January, I phoned Squid for his birthday. As I padded barefoot between the living room window and the kitchen talking about how far up the simulated brainstem one might nestle robot :: human affective bonding, I casually made reference to a story idea I had. “Oh, wow,” he said. “You have to write that story.” “It’s a one-liner,” I said. “It’s trite.” “But it’s great! You can do it in a thousand words. Come on, you…

Courtesy of my pal Dave, I learned that Lois Tilton at the Internet Review of Science Fiction had some pretty nice things to say about my story “Off-Track Betting” from Flurb #7. One of the things I like best about this review — aside from the fact that Ms. Tilton recommends my story — is how well she summarizes its content: When Xian was young, her family sold her to the People’s Colonial Circus. Now she is living on the…

A story of mine called “Off-Track Betting” has finally found a home, and you can read it here, compliments of Rudy Rucker, who was kind enough to give it a home. As I told my workshop (who might not remember the title, as I wrote the story some time ago), “it’s about alien nanites who communicate through interpretive dance, and the illegal gambling communities that spring up around them.” I swear it’s a serious story. Even with the interpretive dance….

I’m very happy and proud to announce that you can read my story Fitting A New Suit at Godfather-Of-Cyberpunk Rudy Rucker’s ‘zine, FLURB, which my friends assure me is a “HOMG!”-worthy offence. Here’s an excerpt: “There, isn’t that better?” Dai shifted inside his new suit. Unlike his previous one, this felt like a piece of clothing and not a second skin. He didn’t like it. “Loose.” Kyon rolled her eyes. “You’ll get used to it.” Stepping around the treadpad in…

My story, “In Which Joe and Laurie Save Rock n’ Roll,” originally published in Tesseracts Eleven, has just been granted an honourable mention in Gardner Dozois Twenty-fifth Annual Year’s Best Science Fiction. Before I got my hands on a copy of the book, I had Dave take pictures for me: Honourable Mention Also I made that dinner you see in those photos, to celebrate. “In Which Joe and Laurie Save Rock n’ Roll” was my first national sale, so it…

Madeline Ashby…

She has worked with Intel Labs, the Institute for the Future, SciFutures, Nesta, Data & Society, The Atlantic Council, the ASU Center for Science and the Imagination, Changeist, and others. Her essays have appeared at BoingBoing, io9, WorldChanging, Creators Project, Arcfinity, MISC Magazine, and FutureNow. She is the author of the Machine Dynasty novels. Her novel Company Town was a Canada Reads finalist.